Babylon Soldier

krystaljennakrystaljenna Posts: 13
edited August 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
No more freedom in his eyes,
All traces fade as he cries.
Hope no more but he wishes he could,
Fear is laden in every pint of blood.

And as he tastes every grain of sand,
He reaches for a helping hand.
But no one comes to offer help,
He's left there to die by himself.

A man sits alone in an oval room,
Oblivious to the soldier that met his doom.
He continues to preach, "freedom for all",
But is it worth the hefty death toll.
i sUGGEST yOU sTEP oUT oN yOUR pORCH......rUN aWAY mY sON (aND dAUGHTER) sEE iT aLL, gO sEE tHE wORLD.
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